skyflynn

I'm sorry for being born

Not as sorry as we are.

Dear sweet Jesus.

The watered-down Bach incarnation shouldn't be anybody's favourite iteration of Wilco. Jesus Christ, that's just so, so sad...

 

(There were a lot of open spaces where the music should be, but in the bad way.)

I think Leroy Bach is great. Look, I don't want to be an asshole but what the fu...?

The upper level does have a few seats, but nearly all of them are reserved. There's plenty of standing room up there, though.

 

Frankly, the Eagles Ballroom is not the greatest venue. Its best virtue is that it's, um, large.

You're being too kind to a place that doesn't deserve it. Horrible security, overpriced tickets, poor access to water and bathrooms, oppressive heat, no air circulation..., the place sucks. The last time Wilco played there, there had to be about 100 VCers there and a good half dozen were sick from the heat while being inside at an evening show when daytime temps had been normal. There's no excuse why we all felt like we'd stumbled into a Turkish bath.

I can't stress how shitty I think the place is but that's just my opinion. I'm fragile. I'm the Princess and the fucking Pea.

Capital brew?

By the gallon.

stinkin' Monday... Me? I chose to go see them on Saturday in Madison. "Boy's trip"

If you think you're getting in and out of this town without me buying you a beer, you're fucking crazy.

I worry sometimes about what a horribly cruel place the world can be, that someone I love will be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I think that once that kind of thing happens to you, you can never go back to who you were before you knew how things really are.

Sort of the adult version of figuring out there's no Santa Claus.

So I worry about that.

I miss the both of you.

Happy Birthday, Ken!

Belated Happy Birthday to my friend and fellow Intercontinental Champion!

Bye Phil.

Happy Birthday!

I think you know we all regard you as a special young man. Happy Birthday.

Phone call in 3..2...1...

Happy Birthday! Sorry about teasing your husband last March about Mungo Jerry but I think you kind of got a kick out of it, even if he didn't.

edit: Polls show you're doing just fine in the gorgeous department, Dunja.

Why I'm not the second slice of bread in this fabulous sandwich is just another in a long series of questions I have for whomever's running this universe.

Happy Birthdays!

Fick, the we Sconnies miss you!

I'm sorry. Unforgivebly late. Happy Birthday!

I consider myself lucky to know just about everyone in this thread at least a little bit. Despite the wide variety of differences in all of you, there is a common trait you all share: intelligence.

So why any of you would fall for another one of the Doughnut King's stunts, I'll never know.

Here's to Sean's mom and dad, because whenever the real anniversary of his arrival is, here are two human beings who deserve your sympathy.

Provided, of course, you can forgive their responsibility for Sean being here.

Bye Tommy.

I really wish I could be there...

...making you all really wish I wasn't.

Happy Birthday, Kate!

Rats.